Tuesday, December 24, 2013

Hip Hop Christmas: a Poem

The boy lay in the mangerHis name was DangerNo, his name was Danger C. --He had a little Pee PeeAnd was crankyHe didn't turn up-- from no hanky panky.

Years before VegasThere was a Magus
Plus two makes Magi Three. --They chilled at the crib with Danger C.,Then ditched it, sole claps,To shoot some craps, with the nativesNazarene.

And they dwelt in the House of Bread!And they harkened, to what, the Angel said:
"Comb your hair in the image of Dread!" --And they dwelt in the House of Bread!And they harkened, to what, the Angel said:"Comb your hair in the image of Dread!"

Cain! Sugar!Sugar! Abel!
Abel! Cain!Cain! Sugar!

Break down!

There will arise a people of the Belly FatIn America, said the Gospel of Matt.--There will arise a people who invent the JukeIn America, said the Gospel of Luke.--
Then Danger C. arose from his napAnd with a Rock 'n' Roll nurse he began to rap:

"I'm gonna turn -- the water to wine!On one fish five thousand will dine!On the lake that's shaped like a Violin
The Kinneret, Home Boy, I'll ply my din.The Romans, in they Tunics, will make my bed--But I'll rise, Cold Slab, from the DEAD!"